Soda's POV

It was around 1pm and the sun was blistering down outside. There were a few girls chatting with me inside. My buddy Steve was in the garage working on some car. I glanced over to try to find him and shouted "Hey Steve!" He got out

from under the car and had a huge black smudge on his forehead. Steve took a rag form his side and wiped his forehead and hands clean.

"Yeah, what do you need?" He asked, walking over to me and the girls. I was leaning the wall and smiled. "You got a little something right there." I pointed to his slight slightly black and greasy forehead. Steve rolled his eyes and wiped

his forehead again. "Really funny, Soda. You're becoming more and more like Two-Bit every day." He flashed a smile to the girls there and they giggled and left.

"What a crowd..." I sighed and checked my watch. Steve and I were taking off early today at 2 o'clock. We still had another 45 minutes left but there wasn't a whole lot of people here today. Most of the lucky folks were on vacation. I bet

it's nice to spend your whole summer on a tropical island somewhere by the water…

Steve snapped in front of me. "Earth to Sodapop." I came back to focus and rubbed the back of my neck. "Sorry 'bout that." Steve smiled and walked back to the car and continued work.

A few moments later, an old, beat up looking car rolled up to the DX and a familiar face popped out. It was our old friend Bailey. She was a loud, cocky blonde who had mysterious brown eyes. Bailey was a greaser like us; expect if you

took one look at her, you'd think she was middle class. Bail (that's her nickname) doesn't grease her hair and has the look to her that she's innocent and sweet even when she's wearing worn out jeans and a T-shirt with holes in it. That

was, until Bail opened her mouth. She got out and kicked her tire. "Damn you! Where can a girl get a decent piece of crap around here?" Typical Bailey.

I chuckled and came out to see her. "How is going Bailey? Have car troubles?" She looked up and scowled. "Wow…What makes you think that? Of course I do! My stupid tires are flat!" Bailey cussed again and looked utterly pissed off. It

was hilarious.

"Alright, I'll get Steve. HEY STEVE!" I shouted. He yelled back, "I'm BUSY!" It only made Bailey more impatient.

Bailey marched right up to the car he was working on and banged on the hood.

"Get out and fix my tires, Steve!" I sat back and watched. This was too good to pass up. Steve bolted up form under the car, stood up and smiled. "What's wrong with them, Bailey?" He looked like a puppy following his master.

"Do I look a car genius? That's why I asked you!" Some may take that to be rude and stand-offish but that's her way of complimenting people. Steve smiled brightly at her and fixed his greasy hair. I couldn't help but chuckle at that. It was

so obvious that they liked each other yet neither one had a clue about the other.

Bailey slapped Steve on the head. "Quite smiling and get to work!" She was smiling and laughed when Steve nodded and ran to her car, shouting "Yes Ma'am!"

Steve finished the job in record time. He was sweating and gasping for breath after carrying 4 heavy tires to and from her car. She sat inside, talking to me and drinking a bottle of pop while she waited. He came inside and sighed, wiping

the sweat from his brow. "Bail, I finished." She gasped and looked at her watch.

"That's the quickest you've ever done it in!" Bailey was amazed and awe-struck. I've got to give her props, she knows her way around a car better than any guy I've ever met, besides Steve. Bail knew how long it usually takes to fixes flat

tires so when she's impressed, it's a big thing.

Steve smiled at her. He was cocky and I knew that as soon as Bailey left, he'd be rubbing that compliment all over my face.

Bailey took her wallet out of her purse and handed him the money for the job but Steve shook his head. "For you, it's free." Steve smiled, trying to look like a charmer. Trust me, he was trying real hard.